Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 691

Along with the excruciating pain came a murderous intent that burned like wildfire in the robed man's chest. Michael's punch had ignited every ounce of fury within him.

Meanwhile, Michael didn't stop after landing his initial punch. After landing, he followed up with another equally fierce punch.

This time, the robed man was ready. He dodged with a roll, picked up some loose dirt from the ground as he did, and flung it straight at Michael.

A gust of wind carried the dirt, scattering it across Michael's face and body. Dirt clung to his lashes and hair, momentarily blinding him.

The robed man let out a low, menacing laugh. Seizing the opening, he lunged with a blade aimed straight at Michael.

But despite being temporarily blinded, Michael relied on his heightened senses. He could track the robed man's movements by the shift of air and the faint sound of his footsteps.

The sound of metal hitting the ground rang out as the blade fell to the floor. Michael's iron grip clamped down on the man's wrist, holding him in place.

"Got you."

With a sharp shake of his head, Michael got rid of the remaining dirt on his lashes before slowly opening his bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips curled into a smile as he reached for a pair of handcuffs. In one swift motion, he clicked one cuff around the robed man's left wrist.

The robed man struggled and thrashed, but Michael's grip was unyielding. Under such circumstances, escape was impossible.

But he couldn't just give in. He had plenty of unfinished business. Years of meticulous planning were all leading to this moment, the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he missed this, he would never have another chance to find this mythical island!

He tightened his jaw in desperation and raised his right hand.